"What? You said something like that," Jamie shrugged the comment away. Maybe it was jerking in public. Or was he just bragging about having a huge cock? Jamie had forgotten, he'd gotten far too lost in that accent to pay attention to the words he was saying. Okay, so he had a thing for accents, who didn't? He was allowed, right? ...Right?
Jamie felt... annoyed, genuinely annoyed when the Brit looked him over then shrugged him away. What? What was wrong with him? He snorted and steeled himself, mentally grumbling that the Brit was too thin for his liking, anyway. And probably hung like a tube of lipstick, some bitter little voice in his mind quipped. "Oh, so you are the kind to enjoy dropping the soap in the showers, then?" Jamie chirped, a smug little smile twisting his shapely mouth. "Not me, but I'm sure if you're enough of an ass to our probation worker he could arrange a little trip to the slammer for you. Or are you just settling for this because you'd be deported?" What? The accent just begged to be commented on.